My Ma has been Named!

After nearly 18 long months of dutifully spending her Thursdays with the Bear...my Ma finally has a name...GiGi. The name she wanted all along! :)  Christopher has named my dad, Papa..Poppa? You know...you get it.  He's been calling him Poppa for a few months now.  He knows him, he loves him, it's all very cute.  But when we would point to pictures of my ma and say "who's that?" we would get an inconsistent babble of garbled mess which was a clear indication that he just hadn't made up his mind yet.

Yesterday, I was pleased to hear a cute little GiGi come out of his mouth when we asked him who she was.  So now, Christopher has himself a GiGi, a Poppa, a Nani and a PaPaw.  I'm so glad that no one is just plain old Grandma or Grandpa.  I had those growing up just for sheer lack of imagination or presence of a grand-figure in my younger days that could be subjected to my toddler-like creative juices.  So congratulations, Ma...I mean, GiGi. ;)

OH, and by the way, you shall now and forever be referred to as my Ma.  Hope you like it! xoxox

The Bear Has Officially Turned on Me!

Christopher has officially become a man's man.  *Wipes tear*

Case in point:  PaPaw came down for a weekend a couple of weeks ago to help David make mondo progress on the kitchen remodel.  The second he walked through the door, Christopher was 15 kinds of all about his PaPaw!  ...like to the point of throwing himself on the floor in a sobbing heap of emotion if PaPaw so much as left the room.  Very cute.  

The week following, David went to Virginia for a super sexy training school at the FBI Academy (the "super sexy" part of that description is just me, David would not call it super sexy, just so we're clear) and he was gone allllll week long.  So Christopher and I spent a couple of days in Norman, and then went home for the remainder of the week.  Friday, I dropped the Bear at daycare, and hightailed it to the City to pick up my super sexy secret  agent man.  Swoon.  Then we hightailed it right on back to Blair to get the bear and go home for a relaxing evening.

Christopher was *thrilled* to see his daddy!   

Saturday morning, David had to work early (shocker) but he came home around 11 or so, and we decided to go out for an early lunch.  We were discussing what we might like to do over the weekend, and David proposed that we go to Norman for x, y, and z reasons....I replied "well, I think that sounds like a horrible idea!" (having spent so much time in Norman and on the road already the past week, nothing short of a rattlesnake infestation in my home was going to have me leaving town.  So I tell him that he and Christopher are welcome to go for the weekend, but I'd like to stay home--that'd be totally cool with me.  David was excited at the prospect.

So now, Christopher is getting to spend the weekend with his Daddy and his PaPaw...I'm sure his little heart fluttered with delight.  And he had a grand time...bike rides, and trips to the hardware store, and the duck pond and the splash pad....no wonder he came home and did not want anything to do with his Mama!

He has been all about his Daddy since then, to the point that this morning when he woke up, I went in to his bedroom to get him. He was standing at the corner of his crib...until he saw me....and then he proceeded to throw himself down on the mattress and roll over to the far side of his crib!  I. Was. Shocked!  I stood there for a minute or two trying to coax him into my loving arms, but he wasn't having it.  So I said fiiiiiine!  And I left...I had to pee anyway!  So I pee...and I go back in his room....and he repeats the process.  Wants nothing to do with me.  FIIIIINE!  So I walk out again and this time I close the door behind me...and I go to get dressed.  Mind you, he's been crying nonstop for like 5 minutes at this point.  So I go in yet a third time...this is my third and final offer!  And he takes me.  Sheesh. finallllly!


It should also go on record that he is much the same at my parent's house.  He is allllll about his Poppa when he gets home from work...we might all as well be canned liver once he walks in the door.  But it's sweet, and it's nice to see that Christopher really has developed lasting and loving bonds with his grandparents.

All that to say though, he's almost to the point of hurting my feelings here...but I have to keep in perspective that he has been a Mama's Boy up until just recently....so I've had my turn....right?  I do have to keep that in perspective?  What a total load of crap.